Word of the Day: billingsgate The girls [which isn't totally accurate since Aaron's with them too, so I suppose I should say 'the posse' or something to that effect] should be on their way as I type. And nothing's cleaned up. I took a two/twopointfive hour nap, and I'm letting JD sleep as long as he wants, although I'm sure he won't wake up till the morning unless I do something about it. But he deserves a long, quiet rest, just so long as he's comfortable. I took my mommy to the hospital today to see Patrick. I didn't even ask about my dad or if he knew or what he felt about it, because I really don't think I care anymore. Just so long as my mother's a part of my son's life, I'm fine with that. Patrick isn't going to be missing out on a father figure. Any road, we went to the hospital and Mommy and I went in to feed Patrick [they only let two people at a time in the NICU for each little one] while JD waited outside. I fed him ineptly for a little while and then gave him to Mommy for a little while. It was awesome seeing my mom with my son because I know she was the same way with me. It doesn't matter the parenting style [or lack thereof, which is my problem]--just so long as you love the little one, there's not much that's more important that than. Any road, I went outside and let JD sit with them, and while he was there Patrick decided to wake up for a little while, open his eyes and look around at things. They made me go in and look at him, but by the time they got to me he was already tired again and just doing the one-eyed squint that Clint Eastwood does. He should be coming home, by my calculations, on Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on when they started the antibiotics and how long they want to watch him after he's done with that. It's just so...weird. I mean, I've been carrying around this little person for eight months, talking to it, referencing it, and now it's not there anymore, it's not in pointing distance. I can't point to my belly and say, 'Baby!' JD can't kiss my belly before leaving for work or school and say, 'Baby, be good to your mommy.' Now, we stand in his room kind of confused, trying to point to the hospital and saying, 'Baby...Baby? Yeah, he's over there...Baby!' And now that I've actually written that, that seems really really weird of us to do. Any road, I'm glad he's still in the hospital because it give us time to get finished preparing his room and his things, and I wouldn't know how to take care of him otherwise. This gives me time to adjust and prepare without have the opportunity to mess up too badly with him around. By the time he's home, JD and I should both be pretty well-rested and things should be all right, and Patrick should be all right on his own temperature-wise. So far he's been a pretty mellow baby. He's still small and a little weak, so hopefully he'll still be mellow when he has energy. The nurses taking care of him told me that he eats well, that he's not fussy really [unless he's uncomfortable], and that he's cute. My mom said he was cute [and she's honest, she told me I wasn't], so that was nice. I kind of miss him being around.